Let the Game Begin

New target.

Victor's P.O.V

Sitting at an restaurant, I had my legs folded and head down. The day was August 12th and currently cloudy, as well waiting on a 30 minute late client. I usually only give them about a 10 minute period after the agreed time but this one... I heard not many could complete the mission. Me, being myself, like the challenges that no one could do. After about another 5 minutes, the client finally came in.

He looked around and I raised my arm looking at him. He had a playful shirt and some ripped jeans on. How old was this dude, I would guess in his teens, there was no way he was older then 18. He quickly ran over to me he sat down and introduced himself. In my head I felt highly lied to. You don't lie to me or your head is my target.

"Sorry I'm late, I had work and it ran over time! Thank you for waiting. Oh, as well my name is Louis!" The client chimed as he held his hands together having a smile. "It's great to talk to you!"

I sighed and looked at the clock on my wrist. I keep an emotionless face looking back at him. First taking in his appearance again, then how he talked/greeted, how he set, and how he held his eyes. They didn't at all match how he talked and his overly optimistic side. It was clear the play of 'innocence' side was being shown horribly. But why in such a young kid? If you are honestly going to act, main thing is to learn how to get into it. Making your eyes more playful would have helped a little, eyes are a key factor people can read these days. Then again, I sound like some overly dramatic model. Damnit.

"I don't say names. As well why don't you just get to the point and tell me of the target." I said with a sharp tone. He dropped the act but held a smile. He gave me the file and I immediately looked over it. Taking the picture off of the file I read over the information listed.

Your Target is James Anderson.
A very talented model. He started when he was 3 years old and climbed to the top within a year. He's spoiled rich kid by the age of 10. His family is mostly gone except his mother and sister. He is in London filming a movie called 'Don't turn away.' More info around the back on his location.
He is very good with his fist, be careful. He knows how to defend himself and his most known weakness is his heart.

I open a bag I had stored under the table and dropped it in, though putting the picture in my pocket. He had a look that screamed kill him, but that wasn't what my job included. Any other way you put this, it will sound bad. He looks like insane cat that just killed his family. He's this young and naming death on this model. I can't as but I want to know more. So badly it hurts. But the cat thing started becoming more clear. His yellow hair down to his shoulders not helping the fact. Even the tiger jacket looked like his hair, it would be an understatement if I said just a cat as I think about it...(Anyone get the reference?)

"I want you to take this men off his high tower, I don't care how you do it. Just make sure this men can never do this job again. I'll pay you 22 hundred if I must. Money is not a problem, he is a horrible person and I'd like to have his throat."

Surprised he didn't say kill this man. If this was the job, consider it done. I stood up and laid a number on the table.
"This number is one to send the money to. As well, do you think I'm cheep? I'm not like the other hunters. It's 34 hundred. Make sure to pay up. Good day."
With that being said I grabbed my bag and walked away. I paid for the bill and went on my way.

As I made my way down the streets to a usually spot, I went after receiving a mission. I took the picture out as I walked studying the face. It looked to familiar for comfort. I try to think back and remember the night I went to take down an emotionless banker, really a bunchy slaver. That's the first target I took out here. This should be the second target here but, I had found in ally way where two men where making out. One an criminal that has been wanted for 12 years, dead or alive. I couldn't hunt him down because California was where I lived before here. I was thinking if I get hired to take down the criminal, I have already had a strong lead. Who would have knew the other man was a Model. At that a gay men into criminals. It was my lucky day. Anyways I'll have to get on a plane and fly to London. Ugh. That will suck hard. I kinda wish he was in town, better for me.

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I pulled out my phone and text the only men that knew my true name. The one that could only find it out, because the files where hidden well in the system. I started to text him about the model and what I needed to do. We didn't know each other personally, but we have been together for 10 years. So it helped the work go nicely.

- Damn, London... I'll send you a plan ticket tomorrow around noon. Update me with your times. Once I get more information about the men you are hunting down, I'll send to you. -

He texted back, and for him that be in about 8 to 9 minuets. He knows how to find information better the the FBI. I keep him off field until I need him. Other then that, he stays in New York.

• HELLO!!!! This is the author, and I'm glad you read my story! Next Chapter will be about the lovely Hacker. Victor will be expected to fly to London so that should be fun.

If you have questions, I'll answer them! Just don't blow up on me~!
With that have a lovely day! •

Sinful Death~